Dead

New day is draw near the final hour
Leave me here to reconcile these unfinished plans
I've never seen down this road there can be
No end in sight for me
You felt nothing in those minutes
I Feel the meaning in my torch
And like this poem that burn in my mind
Skeletons of vowels and pointless advice
This is the years we burned down
(I am) the son of moments and memories
Here's to sleepless dreams of insecurity
Here's to the vanity of vanities
The definition of this deafening silence
The crying of broken beauty
It felt so wrong when I wrote this
I wish I already dead when you found this note